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When people say they wish there wasn't anymore sadness in the world, that there was no more hurt. When people say they want everyone to be nice, always. When they say they wish it was always sunny, and that it never ever rained, they don't know it but, they're  wishing for candy land.

Which just so happens to be Harry styles home.

Candy land is a place of peace. The skies are different pastel shades of pinks and purples, with cotton candy clouds.

The grass is made of mint strands, and trees are made of chocolate.

Everyone here knows each other, as it's quite a small place.

Everyone is nice, and loved. There is no pain, there is no sadness. Just pure, plain, joy.

Children all play together, not one is left out. Adults all hang out over the weekends, since their job at the candy-purifying factory is temporarily over.

For dinner they eat the candy that was purified at the factory, as with lunch and breakfast.

Everything went according to plan, and nothing never-not-ever sad.

And that was exactly Harry's problem.

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